Post-Divorce Unwanted Kid: Receipts for Every Spend Chapter 07

Post-Divorce Unwanted Kid: Receipts for Every Spend Chapter 07 Backfire

The demo reached the core algorithm section, and Lily hit “run.”

“Now let’s see the system’s real-time risk management in action…”

Data started flowing across the screen. Then suddenly, red warning boxes popped up everywhere.

The clean, professional data stream turned into dancing pigs. Pink cartoon pigs with ridiculous music. wiggling across the massive LED screen like some kind of nightmare.

Everyone went dead silent for a second, then the whole auditorium burst out laughing.

Lily panicked and started frantically clicking her mouse. “What’s happening? This isn’t right! Is it frozen”

With each click, a huge dialog box appeared on screen. The text was bold and blood red.

“How’s that stolen code working out? Love, the girl you robbed. P.S. Hey Lily and accomplice Hazel.”

The crowd went wild, and the judges’ faces turned dark.

Mom screamed from her seat. “This is slander! We’ve been hacked!”

Lily’s dad jumped up too, yelling. “Who did this! Show yourself!”

Right then, the host called out, “Next up, Gwen and Harrison.”

Harrison and I walked out from backstage, and the spotlights hit us. I took the mic and locked eyes with Lily, who looked like she was about to pass out.

“No need to look around. I’m right here.”

I pointed at the big screen. “I wrote that code. To prevent theft, I built in a logic lock. You need the right password to access the real functions. Otherwise, you get ‘dancing pig mode.””

I turned to face the judges. “Everyone, the actual demo starts now.’

I pulled out my laptop and connected it to the screen, then entered the password. The dancing pigs vanished instantly, replaced by smooth, precise data models. The contrast was brutal, and the truth was crystal clear.

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Lily collapsed in her chair, crying so hard her makeup ran down her face. Mom rushed the stage to hit me, but security grabbed her first.

“Gwen! You monster! You sabotaged your sister on purpose!”

I held up the microphone so my voice carried through the whole room. “Mom, you always taught me to be honest. So how come when it’s your stepdaughter, stealing suddenly becomes something to be proud of? Is that your double standard?”

The auditorium erupted in applause. It was for the winner, but it was also a slap in the face for the frauds.

We won gold, no contest. Five hundred grand in prize money, plus job offers from multiple major

companies.

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I became famous overnight. The hashtag “Genius Girl Destroys Trash Parents” went viral, and the internet had my back completely. People online dug up my parents’ identities and found that “Feeding the Baggage” group chat.

Dad’s company stock crashed, and his business partners started dropping their contracts left and right. Mom got fired and was facing charges for stealing trade secrets.

That was when they finally panicked.

They started blowing up my phone nonstop. When I wouldn’t answer, they flooded me with texts.

Dad said, “Gwen, I know I messed up. I was an idiot, and that woman had me under her spell. I divorced her already! Come home. I’ll sell the house to make it up to you!”

Mom texted, “Gwen, I didn’t have a choice! That man forced me to steal from your laptop! You’re the one I love most! Please talk to the police for me, I can’t go to prison!”

Reading those messages just made me laugh. They should have known better from the start.

I screenshotted the texts and sent them to Harrison.

“This is human nature for you.”

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Harrison was helping me file the patent paperwork and didn’t even look up. “Crocodile tears. They don’t love you, they love your money, and they’re scared of your power.”

Right then, someone knocked on the studio door.

I went to answer it, and standing there were my so-called brother and Lily. They looked like complete wrecks, nothing like their usual smug selves.

Lily dropped to her knees the second she saw me. “Gwen! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have stolen your code! Please drop the charges! I can’t have a record, I need to study abroad…”

My brother grabbed my pant leg, crying. “Gwen, Dad’s broke now. He even sold the PS5. Can you give us some money? I’m starving…”